Winter weather scalds skies colder,
colder seeps and stains
the firmament without comment, silent.
Color; silver, black.
Wind to slake the need for slaughter
sleet to fan the flame of hunger.
Hunger, hurry hunger, hunt her hollow heart.
Color; silver, black.
The skinny sky stretched tight like skin
opens wide her mouth to pour out sin.
Stand still and drink it, earth, absorb it through your gills;
it kills.
Color; silver, black.
Winter weather has no master, lover, hater, bed
But only her, the dazzler, the daughter of the storm.
The storm so cold it scalds the sky, so hot it freezes over,
bizarre horizon hazard.
black
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Goddess Box
PoetryA collection of my poems and lyrics in no particular order. They are about anything and everything and may not have anthing to do with anything. Some of them are about my life while others I was simply inspired to write.
